[Sparse Intro: eerie prepared piano ostinato, distant distorted cello drones] [Verse 1] I see the streetlights bending through a shattered glass A million colors that the crowd just walks right past They see a pavement, I see a burning map I live inside the silence of a thunderclap The privilege of looking through a different lens Is knowing how the circle starts and where it ends [Chorus] But it's a beautiful curse, a heavy crown to wear To see the future standing in the freezing air They call it madness when you refuse to bend Isolated at the table, talking to the wind But in the dark, the quiet power starts to grow The hands that feel the pain are those that change the show [Verse 2: detuned synth leads, glitch chopped percussion] My eyes are cameras catching what they try to hide A quiet war of colors fighting deep inside The punishment is standing right outside the door While they are dancing on a safe and level floor I am the glitch inside their perfect, tidy code An island burning at the turning of the road [Chorus] But it's a beautiful curse, a heavy crown to wear To see the future standing in the freezing air They call it madness when you refuse to bend Isolated at the table, talking to the wind But in the dark, the quiet power starts to grow The hands that feel the pain are those that change the show [Bridge: explosive bass wave drops, bittersweet defiance] They hate the vision, but they need the light They fear the stranger walking in the night It hurts to see the world they cannot feel To touch the phantom and to make it real But I won't close my eyes to make them comfortable! [Outro: plate reverb, fading piano chords] Seeing it all. Feeling apart. The painful gift. The silent power. My actual eyes.
